One day I will run into someone who is ready for the same exact thing as me.
Someone who will not make me feel like I’m rushing them because I’m ready for a relationship.
Someone that does not say that I’m the one but the one for later.
One day I will find someone that listens.
One that does not judge because we are not on the same page.
One that does not need to explore the world before figuring out that I am the universe.
One that does not take seven years to realize that I’m the one.
One that does not realize I’m the one EVERY time they feel me slipping into the heart of someone else.
One day I’ll end up with someone who thinks I’m their “type.”
One day I won’t have to be insecure every time I’m looked at by my lover because they so blatantly remind me of what their type is.
Can you actually imagine being enough for someone? Like that shit is wild.
That’s why marriage is such a difficult concept for me.
People are so greedy. So selfish.
They want what they want, when they want it and if they cannot get what they demand, they move on elsewhere.
Imagine me, Miky finding that.
I’ll be blessed.
We’ll be blessed.
I heard when they’re worth the stress, they are worth the effort.
Bring on the stress, baby.